135 - Story About Buying My Classmate Once A Week

Chapter 135 This isn't fun. Hair that was supposed to be left untouched was immediately handled on the pretext that it was a nuisance for makeup. A cheerful Sendai-san used a hairband to push up my bangs and tucked hair behind my ears, thus revealing my earrings. I had anticipated that hair would get in the way when doing makeup, so this was expected. I could have refused and left the room, but since I didn't, it's my own fault. Yet, despite knowing this, a frown forms between my brows. "I wanted to try doing your makeup at least once." Her voice is animated. Unlike me, Sendai-san seems to be in a very good mood. "Alright, let's start with the base." She retrieves a small container from a case and applies something like cream to my forehead and nose. I understand that touching the face is necessary for applying makeup, and Sendai-san is close. Still, though our eyes might meet, they don't. She is serious as she spreads the base over my face. I feel restless. When I close my eyes not knowing what else to do, the base is quickly applied around them, as if she were waiting for that moment. "Next, foundation." I'm not sure why she feels the need to explain, but there's the tinkling sound of her retrieving something from a case with the declaration. Then, what I assume is foundation is applied to my face. I feel like a piece of drawing paper. They may have grand names like "base" and "foundation," but it feels no different than paint being applied to my face. While just sitting silently could be considered easy, it's also boring with nothing to do. If I try to speak, Sendai-san tells me not to, and if I try to touch my face, she tells me not to as well. Being constantly stopped from doing anything makes me feel gloomy. Yet after a while, Sendai-san pauses and I open my eyes. "Isn't that enough?" I meet eyes with a very serious-looking Sendai-san. "But this is just the beginning. Everything up till now was preparation, just preparation." "I'm bored. It's just sitting still, so it's not fun." I grab Sendai-san's hand as she reaches for something else from the case. "Just endure it a bit longer." "No." "Not 'no.' Just lend me your face for another ten minutes." "Then, five." When I let go of her hand, Sendai-san lets out a small groan. After staring at my face, she retrieves something from the case and starts directing me to close or open my eyes. As she touches my brows and eyes, five minutes pass, and I say again, "Isn't that enough?" "Five minutes isn't nearly enough to finish," Sendai-san says with clear dissatisfaction. "But we agreed on five minutes." "Then, just blush and lip tint. It'll be over soon." Even though I didn't say yes, Sendai-san takes out what looks like blush and lip tint from the case and places them on the table. Arguing will just tire me out, and returning to my room now would mean going back with my face already feeling like a canvas. "Let's make a promise that it'll just be those two." Without telling her to swear it on the earrings, Sendai-san glances at my ear and agrees, "Alright." She picks up the blush and brushes my cheeks with a brush larger than any paintbrush. What she's doing to my face seems like painting a new face over it. It's a skill that might correlate with art grades, which I'm not suited for, having never done well in art. "I'm applying the lip tint directly." Sendai-san announces. But it isn't the lip tint that touches me; it's the soft touch of her fingers. Starting from the middle of my lower lip, her finger slowly traces to the edge. This has happened countless times before. Sendai-san never touches my lips without reason. Feeling a tightness in my chest, I push against her arm. "Aren't you supposed to apply the lip tint?" Her fingers leave without resistance, and the lip tint replaces her touch on my lips. My temples twitch involuntarily. I don't like lip tints. Their sticky texture irritates me, and I hardly use them outside of when my lips are chapped. Even now, I feel an urge to wipe it off immediately. I want to push away Sendai-san's hand, but I restrain myself, clenching my hands tightly. I dread the mess if her hand slips and something sticky gets elsewhere. As my tightly clenched hand starts to ache, the lip tint is finally removed from my lips. "It's done. You can take that off now." Sendai-san points to the hairband. As instructed, I remove it, freeing my bangs, and am handed a hand mirror. "What do you think?" Prompted, I look in the mirror. It reflects me, but it also feels like there's someone who isn't me looking back. As my gaze shifts to my lips, I see they're painted the same color as Sendai-san's. I don't think it suits me at all. Even though they're the same color as the lips of the Sendai-san in front of me, they look completely different. Knowing I shouldn't, I touch them with my fingertips. Unlike usual, my lips feel sticky. It's curious that even though I don't mind kissing Sendai-san when she wears lip tint, it feels especially sticky when it's applied to my own lips. "Miyagi, your thoughts?" She prompts me again, and I look at Sendai-san instead of the mirror. "...My complexion looks better." "That's not wrong, but say you look cute." "It feels weird." "It's not weird. I aimed to make you cute with this makeup, so of course, you're cute." "I don't think it suits me." "I'm telling you, you're cute." As expected, Sendai-san's words feel like teasing. If she's serious, she might need an eye examination. If she doesn't, then shouldn't she just be quiet? Every unnecessary word is foreign to me, and hearing them repeatedly makes me squirm uncomfortably. "Do you want me to teach you how to do it yourself?" I return the mirror to Sendai-san. "No. I won't do it." "If you won't do it, I can do it for you." "You don't need to. You're satisfied now, aren't you? I'm going to wash this off." "Hold on. Since we've done your makeup, why don't we go out to eat?" "No. I told you before the holidays, I'm not going out with you. Besides, isn't that still visible?" I touch the side of Sendai-san’s neck. The mark I left on her still hasn't disappeared. "...I forgot." "It's still pretty clear, though." Although it's not as clear as I say, and it could be hidden if she tries. However, if she asks to hide it and go out, it’d be a hassle, and seeing it hidden is boring. It’d be nice if it didn't fade even after the holidays. "Maybe I should forget about it." Sendai-san sighs and leans against the bed. Her hand touches her neck as if to check, though surely she cannot confirm by touch. As her hand hides the visible red mark, I grab her hand. "What is it?" She asks in surprise. "Don't move." "An order?" "No. But since I listened to you and let you do the makeup, won't you listen to me?" My eyes meet Sendai-san’s as she leans against the bed. I pull away her hand, revealing the red mark. Sendai-san doesn't move. I touch her lips with my fingertips. The lip tint on her lips doesn’t bother me as much as it does on mine. I've never felt uncomfortable when she kisses me. Sliding my fingers down, I stroke her chin and trace down to the red mark. Though I didn’t order her, Sendai-san doesn’t try to catch my hand. As I bring my face close to her neck and place my lips on the red mark, I feel her throat move. "The holiday is almost over," she says. "I know." That's why I don't intend to leave marks in visible places. I undo a button on Sendai-san's blouse. I place my lips at the spot just above her collarbone. Close to the border between her neck and shoulder, I press my lips and suck hard. Her body feels a little warmer than usual. "Miyagi, you'll leave a mark," she protests, tapping my shoulder, and I pull away my lips. The red mark isn’t as prominent as last time. But since it’s not in a noticeable place, it shouldn't be a problem. "You don't mind if I touch you, right?" I ask. "This is more than just touching." "You're so particular, Sendai-san." I bury my face against her neck. I softly bite the fresh mark. Lick it with my tongue. Right now, I am closer to her than I have been all day. A nice scent wafts over me. Even if I used her shampoo in the bathroom, I doubt I’d smell the same. We might wear the same makeup, but there's no mistaking that Sendai-san and I are different. She's prettier, smarter, and no matter what we do, we'll never be the same. I sink my teeth into her neck again. As I apply pressure, her skin yields to my teeth. We might not merge into one, but it feels as if we come closer. However, I quickly stop when I hear her voice say “Ouch.” I lick the faint teeth marks and place my lips under her ear, only to have my arm grabbed. "Is this some sort of penalty game?" Sendai-san sounds like she's just remembered something. "No," I reply. "Then, what is it?" It's neither an order nor a penalty game. I just want to leave a lasting mark on her. Something like an earring could serve the same purpose, but she wouldn't allow that, which is why I do this. "Why does it matter?" University is starting, and her tutoring job is too. More and more, Sendai-san’s unknown sides grow before me. Even if just a small part, I want to be in there too. Leaving a small mark should be permissible. "It’s not okay. Why?" she probes as if such questioning is unusual. Even if she asks multiple times, I have no desire to voice an answer. Because Sendai-san is off doing things I don’t know about in places unknown to me. Of course, that’s not something I can say. Even if I honestly answered, surely she’d argue that it doesn't justify marking her. With my tongue pressed firmly against her neck, I lick it to feel her warmth. As I attach my lips under her ear and gently suck, I’m unsure if a mark will remain. But when I lick down to her earlobe and touch it with my lips, it feels cool and pleasant compared to her neck. "Miyagi, stop. That's crossing a line." She grips my arm tightly. Yet as I continue to lick and nibble at her earlobe, she wraps her arms around my back, holding me close. "I don't like this," she murmurs into my ear with a sigh as I lightly push against her. "You’re planning to continue, right? Then at least let me do some things I want to." "Let go." Her arms around my back tighten. "I won't do it anymore, so let go." When I firmly push away her body, she finally lets her arms fall from me. "Miyagi, stop doing this so suddenly." She brushes her fingers over the spot just above her clavicle as she looks at me. "You’re one to talk, Sendai-san." I'm not the only one who touches others without asking. Sendai-san touches and kisses me as well, and with that in mind, whatever I do shouldn't provoke complaints from her. "Miyagi," she sighs, calling my name. "What?" I retort. "Let’s go out for a meal sometime." The unexpected suggestion slips out, and I reflexively respond, "Sure." It’s not that I don’t want to, but being coaxed into agreeing isn’t amusing. "Then it's a promise." Before I can protest, she seizes my arm, abruptly closing the distance, and through my hair, her lips touch my ear. She kisses me securely above the earring. "Why do you always do things like this so quickly?" "It's in place of a pinky promise." "Just do a regular pinky promise." "The earring is a reminder of our promise not to forget, so it should be fine. If not sworn properly, one might forget the promise." She says this as if it were the most natural thing, and then I sense something amiss. "Wait, isn’t that weird? The earring is for Sendai-san to remember and keep the promises I make, not for the promises you want me to keep." "Miyagi, you’re so meticulous." With that, she buttons up the blouse that I had unfastened.